A love to last past Saturday night
And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea
I want a a love that's on the square
Can't seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And I'm on a lonely road that leads to no where
I need a Sunday kind of love
I do my Sunday dreaming, Oh yea
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day
Oh I'm hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way
And my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea yea yea
I don't want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea
I want a Sunday Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Oh yea
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of loooove
Call me idealistic all you want, but I want this kind of love. I know what I deserve and how to be love. A love that's just perfect; by perfect I don't mean a fairy tale. I'm talking about being in love with my best friend-- someone who I can talk to, share a laugh with, go through the best of times and the worst of times, someone who still wants to be with me even if I'm a slightly cracked egg. I want a love that isn't just love at first sight. A love that lasts past Saturday. A Sunday kind of love...
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